"Now that you understand, what is your choice? Do you want to take Elise with me and leave Hogwarts? From now on..." Beamon Fergus continued to encourage.
"Shut up!" Xifa shouted angrily to stop Beamon Fergus, "If everything you said is true, I will verify it one by one in the future. But now, I am here to stop you!"
"You stubborn brat..." Behemoth Fergus muttered in a low voice.
"It seems that the negotiation is not settled, so I have to bear the pain and strangle you here. Your talent is among the top among the young wizards I have met. Unfortunately, I was naive enough to think that you would follow me for more... Big stage..."
"Ghost Fire"
Behemoth Fergus, who was kind just now, suddenly changed his expression. Before he could finish his words, the fingertips of his left hand without a wand quickly condensed magic power.
In the blink of an eye, tiny dark green fireball-shaped energy bombs flew towards Xifa.
Since there is a magic circle carved here, even outside the magic circle patterns, a large number of solidifying spells have been applied. Here, Xifa cannot cast the transformation spell as he pleases.
Moreover, the magic performed by Beamon Fergus is obviously black magic, and the Iron Armor Curse is definitely not the best choice.
"Teleport" Beamon Fergus successfully forced Xifa's first trump card.
"Oh? Interesting..." Beamon Fergus was very surprised. He didn't know that Xifa had the ability to teleport in Hogwarts. The only person who had seen it with his own eyes, Charles, had already been wiped out.
Xifa instantly appeared from the side. The energy bombs sent by Beamon Fergus passed through Xifa's previous location.
There was no tracking or other changes in the trajectory, and it fell directly on the stone wall in the distance.
The starry sky image on the stone slab was blurred for a while, and finally turned into a dark smooth stone slab unwillingly.
"Burning Ashes"
The firing speed was much faster than before, almost like light. If Xifa hadn't started teleporting when Beamon Fergus was chanting, he might have been severely damaged by magic.
Without any time to fear, Xifa, who appeared on the side, immediately cast a simple iron armor spell.
The blue-purple magic emitted by the wand in Beamon Fergus's right hand caused huge commotion, and the silent night sky outside Hogwarts Castle instantly erupted into sky-high flames and huge sounds.
The 'cannon fodder' wizards who had returned to the dormitory were crouching in front of the window. They were curious about what happened in the main castle of Hogwarts.
At the same time, a large hole was blown out of the smooth black stone wall that looked very hard.
The gravel and dust flew into the sky, hitting Xifa's iron armor spell one after another.
Beamon Fergus waved his magic wand, and the thick smoke and dust gathered into a ball of balloons and got out of the hole.
Earlier, Xifa's guess that a traceless expansion spell was cast here was correct.
Behemoth Fergus's spell has just opened the wall, and from the hole, you can see the sky outside and the view of the Forbidden Forest in the distance.
When the power of the magic dissipated, the picture began to become blurry and distorted.
At first, Xifa thought it was an illusion. He felt that the entire space was like a deflated balloon, constantly shrinking. He knew he had made his mistake when a small piece of gravel fell from a ceiling slab due to the squeeze of space.
"Hey! Do you want to die with me?" Xifa glanced at the entrance door next to him calmly. He didn't think he could pass through the damaged hole. The space there is chaotic and can crush most materials into powder.
"Of course not," Beamon Fergus said playfully, "I didn't expect you to be able to escape this curse."
"Your goal is not the magic circle here!" Xifa suddenly understood, and he said while slowly retreating backwards.
"Of course, I worked hard to come here just to slightly modify the magic circle passed down from my family and use it to restore my physical body." Behemoth Fergus sighed.
"It's not Dumbledore. The trap set up at the door forces me to do this."
Xifa had some guesses as to what mechanism Dumbledore designed. He probably developed something strange with the help of the compass's magic circle. After all, he was a powerful alchemist.
Beamon Fergus didn't say much nonsense. He just wanted to kill or get rid of Xifa now.
He stretched out his hand to condense a ball of brown-black magic power, leaned over and slapped it hard on the ground, and then there was a crisp sound on the ground.
"Burial of the Earth"
A wave of waves spread like water splashes.
When Xifa realized that the ground was no longer stiff, he felt weightless as if he were walking on water.
Is this the activation of soil into the form of water? !
I can usually do it, but in a special area like here that is full of inscriptions and reinforced spells... not only is the transformation extremely difficult, but the speed of the change will also be disappointing.
"Quick Freezing"...
Xifa froze the ground to prevent him from sinking further, and then used a separation spell to pull out the shoes he was stuck in from the frozen soil.
Pull out a rope from his windbreaker and use the transformation technique to turn it into a simple telescopic rope.
He used all his strength to lift himself to the top of the stone pillar. Immediately afterwards, Xifa condensed an ice plate under his feet. It's like adding a diving platform to the stone pillar.
When Xifa stood firmly on the stone pillar like running water, Beamon Fergus's magic was completely formed.
Behemoth Fergus, who was lying on the ground, first turned his head and smiled evilly at Xifa, then he grabbed hard on the ground with one hand, and then twisted.
A mudslide swirled from the ground toward Xifa.
boom! !
The loud sound of the swirling mudslide was breathtaking.
Xifa weighed his magic power and saw that he could block it, but what happened next?
Just as he was about to teleport, the hair on his back stood up.
In a panic, he took a closer look and saw Behemoth Fergus squatting on the ground, looking at him with a smile, and snapping his fingers with his other hand. Waves of space fluctuations came from his hands.
Damn it, space interference! This is either a channel blockade for phantom disembodiment, or simply causing space to fluctuate.
If you want to teleport, you have to concentrate on using enough magic to protect yourself against space fluctuations. Otherwise, these invisible fluctuations will definitely cause yourself to be injured or even tear yourself apart.
Obviously, Xifa now has no time to mobilize his magic power.
The mudslide came to Xifa in a flash of lightning.
Xifa held the staff in his left hand, and released one explosive spell after another and one armor spell after another, using the impact of the explosion to quickly eject himself.
At the same time, a crystal clear ice shield formed in his right hand to protect himself.
Obviously, Beamon Fergus was able to control the path forward of the mudslide, and Xifa was able to lift the ice shield.
Mudslides followed his path. Aerial Xifa twisted his body with all his strength. Still had a brush with the mudslide.
In this short contact time, the ice shield did not last long before being ground to pieces by the high-speed rotating muddy water.
Fortunately, with the help of this power.
Xifa was suddenly thrown aside and out of the attack range of this magic.
Western France did not pay the price for its hasty response.
A series of tight spells, coupled with a weak constitution.
Tick tock—tick tock—
The ice blade emitted from the shattered ice shield cut a deep gash on Xifa's right arm. To a certain extent, it is the ice shield that protects you that hurts you.
At the same time, Xifa's face turned slightly pale, accompanied by bouts of dizziness.
Fortunately, the pain also cleared my mind a lot.
